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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I don’t really understand my heart. Never have nor could I try, even from the start. For chooses it, it is never I, not one from another to love - now it is you I sadly sigh. Why? To question again? Not at all, I. Useless. Pointless. To reason away. For once loves spell and cupids bow fastened secure in heart, both pain and joy are felt. Useless. Pointless. To reason away. To whom the others my love affect, know I yet, undo not- nor forget. . Useless. Pointless. To reason away. Selfish desire I admit. My soul did you revitalize this aging body seat. For I believed love forever, given by cupids bow: would not find favor-again in my sour bitter meat. For once I did lose, when love so quickly struck deep her cupids arrow. My lesion unhealed the arrow broken remains naught to pluck. Repair I know never this heart. For when you- another did strike my sneering soul to bleed afresh my wound did make. Two arrows pierce the writer of this verse. One is recent the other done. I however with wisdom will not allow this love to kill. For know I well this love-too no fruit can come. For it bears no blossom. No sweet smell to fill my soul. Breath in. Restore. Rather only potential and nothing more. Knowing this remove I shall if not cupids cruel bow as no mortal man, can . Knowing this remove I shall the pain it stuck. Loves illusion From this man. A sweet pill to forget. I search and dedicate This to find And will erase you from my mind.
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